Men Can’t Be Raped, I Once Thought — Until It Happened to Me

I said no. My rapist didn’t hear me.

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My best friend encouraged me to go to the police. I did, but because there was no rape kit, because Pablo didn’t even remember sleeping with me, because I came in three months after the incident — and to some degree, because I am Black — the police and the Santa Clara County District Attorney’s Office could not provide criminal justice.

Charles is an environmental consultant, musician, and young adult author. Follow him at charlesorgbon.com, on Twitter @corgbon, or Instagram @carbonate03.

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